You're on a platform in The Marina of Espadrilles. Collections of little, indigo crystals are growing everywhere and drum and bass music echoes from afar.
You're on the deck of a carrack in Canal of Dilapidations. Vines with huge, rouge flowers on them grow everywhere and an electronic hum comes from everywhere.
You're outside an apartment in The Piazza of Barbers. All of the buildings here look dilapidated and the hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum.